Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.